Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.